I work as a freelance writer, ok, and have deadlines CONSTANTLY. I’m also a student, and have work to submit at least once a week.

So, sure, I’m overworked, no doubt about it. And I’ve also become very, very good at knowing which deadlines I can cross without being fired and which ones I can’t. But… it’s SO UNPROFESSIONAL! It drives me CRAZY! I’m really quite good at my job and editors cut me a lot of slack but that doesn’t make it OK, it just makes me feel even MORE ashamed of myself.

Also, since I realised I can’t really get kicked out of Uni for not handing in work on time I just haven’t met a deadline precisely, like, even once. ARGH. Even when I know I do this not to fall into the burn-out-hole again, having work undone is almost as stressful.

But… even if I handed stuff in on time there would ALWAYS be something due in just a couple of days. That’s the POINT of living a free lance life. CRAP.

I’ve done an interview for ELLE that’s due on Monday and I can’t make myself write the story. I’m such an idiot. I’ve watched First Daughter, read a sizeable chunk of Bergdorf Blondes, spent time fiddling with the essay that was due yesterday, cleaned my room, gone massively grocery shopping and committed myself to things on Sunday that I can’t get out of now.

Way to go, Einstein, now you’ll have to work all night tomorrow.

Have. Got. To. Be. Better. About. Deadlines.